My roommate, who is pregnant, comes back from the hair salon yesterday with weave to her ankles and fuzzy fake caterpillar eyelashes.
(AN ASIDE: Typically pregnant women are told to avoid chemical-heavy environments such as salons. Roommate, who is selectively half-Asian, dismisses this as "black people shyt.")
"Your hair is pretty!" I say.
"Uh huh," she says.
Not, "Thank you." Nope. Why fake basic humility?
She says, "People know me at the airport so I had to look like how they're used to seeing me."
...Didn't know I was living with an airport celebrity. Gotta stunt on the TSA peons, huh?